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Rich middle-aged women with no jobs or other meaningful way to occupy their time, who descend on upscale cafes around lunchtime to hang out with each other more because they have nothing better to do than because they like the company. Generally despised by cafe workers.
I don't know why Ina Garten has this "ladies who lunch" persona -- you know she busts her ass when she goes to work.
An obscure scripting language designed by someone oblivious to the fact that in order to get market share, you have to either own the market (in which case people will buy any shit you put out (Visual Basic anyone?)) or give it away (Perl, which sucks horribly except for everything else out there).
He coded the entire back end up in REBOL, and I had to look it up to even figure out what the hell it was. Then I laughed at him for picking the most obscure language in the book.
Used of a work of art, a production that adds nothing of interest to the creator's portfolio. Does not necessarily imply that the work is bad per se, though mediocrity at best is often assumed. Often only of interest to fanboys and completists.
U2's most inessential work has got to be Pop.
A person, usually a self-proclaimed leftist, who is a fan of pseudoleftist podcaster and “comedian” Jimmy Dore. Usually the burned-out husk of a BernieBro; likely to be fond of saying “I didn’t leave the Left, the Left left me”.
He used to be a BernieBro; now he can't stand Bernie so he became a Doreknob. I wonder if anyone's remind him that a leftist should never be a Trump supporter.
A fan of pseudoleftist podcaster and “comedian” Jimmy Dore. Usually totally insufferable. Claims to be leftist, but supports Trump and Putin. Probably a tankie. Most likely the burned out husk of a BernieBro.
Doreknobs love saying “I didn’t leave the left; the left left me.” It’s true; the left doesn’t generally have room for delusional fascist simps.
A term coined in January, 2004 on Fark.com as a term of honor for a departed member of an online community. Derives from the ham radio expression silent key and is abbreviated SKB.
In memory of Darkhop, gone SKB... we'll miss you, man
A Fark cliche created during the Christmas 2003 season. Refers to the archetypical dumb corporate Christmas bonus.
"I swear I'm going postal if I get another hot cocoa sampler box this year."